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Lynch’s film—dreams twist, reality bends. “This is the girl,” they say—same vibe. Prostitutes got layers, hidden shit. One time, met this dame—Natasha, maybe? Eyes like ice, voice soft, but tough. Said she danced ballet once. Bolshoi dreams, now this. Fuckin’ tragic, yeah? Surprised me—thought they’re all empty. Nope. Some got fire, just buried deep.

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A prostitute stole a student's wallet as he walked home through Coventry's red light area before she and her partner forced him at knifepoint to a nearby cash.

So, I’m feeling good, right? I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Spon Street. It’s one of those hipster joints, you know? I order a flat white, and the barista looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn frappuccino. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just coffee!” Anyway, I sit down, and this old fella starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days in Coventry. Apparently, he used to hang out at the old Coventry Market. I’m thinking, “Wow, you must be ancient!” But he’s got some great stories.

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